Chapter - 1

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At precisely 8 p.m. A man celebrating his 50th birthday stood on the stage of the Xanthe Hotel, situated in the center of the bustling city of Beijing, with spotlights focused on him and four bodyguards three steps behind him.

He spoke to the guests, completely unaware of what was about to happen. "Let's not think or worry about tomorrow tonight; just enjoy the night, and thank you, everyone, for coming at such an important time in my life—"

"Thud!!!" A loud thud echoed throughout the room, and the old man couldn't finish his words as a bullet buried his forehead. There was a moment of silence before everyone began to panic and scream.

The three bodyguards immediately checked the surroundings, while the other one checked the old man's pulse. “He's dead,” the bodyguard declared. 

Meanwhile, on the 31st floor of the Wangs-Royal Hotel and Restaurant, a man in his late twenties was dressed entirely in black, including a mask with rose petals carved on it. He is dissembling the sniper rifle with a silencer in a hidden compartment of the black guitar-like case.

He dangled a few strands of hair from his pretty face and quickly changed into ordinary black jeans and a plain white t-shirt. With his new look as a pop star, skinny frame, and pretty face, who could have guessed that he had just assassinated a man?

He then picked up the guitar case containing a sniper rifle, along with his black suit and mask. He fished out his phone and then dialed a certain phone number. The other end of the line picked up his phone with just one buzz.

"Hey, Black Rose, how's your job?" asked the man on the other end.

"Piece of cake," Black Rose replied, shrugging his shoulders.

“Now work with the hotel CCTV; you know what to do, right?” He said it with a smirk plastered on his bow-shaped red lips.

The man on the other line grins and says, “Okay, give me a second.” He gently pushed his glasses up, then his fingers began dancing over the computer screen in front of him.

Black Rose puts a small device in his ear and then strides toward the elevator. "Hey Neutron, I'm going down now,” he said while the elevator was closing.

“Hey, man, I told you many times to stop calling me Neutron,” Luke on the other line grumbles while working and hacking the hotel CCTV cameras and deleting Black Rose footage and records at the hotel.

The elevator stopped at the ground floor of the hotel, and Black Rose, in his normal attire, walked out casually as if nothing had happened.

He was busy admiring the hotel lobby interior designs and was walking without looking at the front when he suddenly crashed into something, or more like someone.

“Ahh... ahh...Ouch!” He was taken aback and internally cursed at himself for not paying attention. Meanwhile, the other man he collided with was staring at him with astonishment. Black Rose immediately bowed and apologized.

“I'm sorry, sir; I was just admiring the elegance of the hotel and didn't mean to bump into you. I wasn't looking, and I'm sorry again.” He said, then bowed.

“Oh, it's fine; it didn't hurt me at all, so it's okay,” the man replied with a slight smile on his lips.

Black Rose bowed again, excused himself, and quickly sprinted out of the building, leaving Kyle, who was still in a trance.

“How can a man be so handsome and yet so beautiful at the same time?" "wow!” He exclaimed after snapping out of his trance. Pulling himself together, his eyes wander, looking for the said man. He ran outside, hoping to find him and introduce himself to the beautiful man, but unfortunately, the beautiful man disappeared just like that. So Kyle came back inside the hotel, entered the private lift, and pressed the button to the highest level where he lived.

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